Paradise Kiss Fan Fiction ❯ The Left Hand Dreams of Him ❯ Dare You to Move ( Chapter 12 )

Dare You to Move

 

 

“Asaka…..Oh my- … Asaka! Put some pants on!” Michiko was slightly frightened by the extremely blinding sight of Asaka's very white ass.

“I don't feel like moving…I've suffered the all time worst humiliation and insult.”

Still covering her eyes she asked, “Which one is your underwear drawer?”

“The top one,” Asaka said in a somber voice.

Once she had him wearing at the least, underwear, she tried talking to him about what had happened. She sat by him and stroked his hair while he vented. Throughout the whole ordeal, he never moved from his original position of lying on his stomach, resting his head on his flat, palm face-down, hands. He never shed a tear either, but rather, spoke in that somber, monotonous, and resigned tone.

“You know, he didn't mean to…”

“I know…that's why I'm depressed…he still has feelings for Kazuki.”

“…You should talk to him about this. I don't think he has feelings for him anymore…You and Fujii have been dating for awhile now. He wouldn't be able to date you for so long if he still had feelings for Kazuki.”

“It's probably one of those things where he didn't know he was harboring feelings…”

“Why don't you talk to him? He's in the other room. You said you'd talk to him when you weren't so mad at him…Now you're not. Talk to him.”

Then Asaka shed his first tear, saying in a quiet voice, “I don't think I can do it alone.”

Michiko, being an excellent mother-type figure, leaned over, kissed his cheek and said, “I'll stay here if you want me to.”

He nodded. Michiko smiled, got up and went to the door. “Fujii,” she called, “can you come here?”

A moment later she sat down on the side of the bed farthest from his door. Wataru came in and looked questioningly at Michiko. Why are you still here? he sent telepathically to her.

She ruffled his hair as a response. She motioned for him to sit down on the bed. He did, tentatively…Asaka didn't respond.

“Masanobu?”

“Hmph…”

“Now Asaka, you said you'd talk to him. Now give him a real response,” Michiko said as if reprimanding a five year-old.

“…”

“Asaka…” she said warningly.

“Fine. Hi, Wataru.” He looked at Michiko for approval and she nodded, then he went back to looking somber and pathetic.

“Masanobu, I'm sorry.”

“…”

“Asaka,” she said again, “you're wasting my time. I left Kawamura out there alone. I'll leave if you don't start talking.”

“Wataru…you really hurt me just now…”

“I know. I didn't mean to…”

“That's what makes it hurt more.”

Wataru dropped his gaze. He didn't say anything for a moment.

“Wataru…I want you to answer this honestly: do you still have feelings for Kazuki?”

“I..I…”

“You…”

“I thought that I didn't…but now…I-I'm not so sure.”

Asaka nodded. “You can't have both of us. Decide.”

“I-I…”

Asaka sighed and sighed, “Right…Well…you'd better go home and think about it because I'm not going to wait forever.”

“You were willing to before…”

“Maybe I shouldn't have…”

Wataru nodded, he'd walked right into that one… “I'll just go then.”

“Yeah.”

“I'll let you know soon. Once I figure everything out.” He put a hand to his forehead and sighed. “Bye Asaka.”

“Bye.”

Wataru walked out of Asaka's room, slowly, feeling horrible about what he'd just said. He asked for the truth…It's the least I could give him after hurting him like this. Lying just would've made it worse, right?

He sat down on the couch next to Kawamura and rested his head on Kawamura's shoulder. Kawamura looked at him with a semi-disgusted look on his face. “I know you don't like this Kawamura, but can you humor me just this once?” Kawamura nodded reluctantly, put his arm around Wataru's shoulders and sort of hugged him in a weird guy-friend way.

Kawamura felt arms slip around his neck from behind as well as a tender kiss on the cheek. “Kawa-kun, do you want me to take you guys home now?”

“Micchan, I'd hoped to stay the night but I guess we'll have to do that another time, huh?”

“Kawamura, it's okay. Stay. I'll just go home.”

“No, it's okay. You need me more than she does tonight. We'll pick up some beers on the way to your house and drink them…just like old times, right?” Kawamura tried to sound happy.

Michiko nodded and said, “Yeah, Fujii. Hang on, I'll go make sure I can use Asaka's car. Be right back.”

Once she was out of earshot, Wataru said, “Kawamura, she's really great. I'm happy for you.”

“Thanks, man. I'm happy too…and I hope things work out for you.” Another awkward guy-friend hug.

Michiko came back into the room and said, “Okay guys, make sure you've got your stuff, we're leaving…”

Kawamura looked pensive for a moment and then quickly ran to Michiko's room to get something…but came out holding nothing. He was blushing, however.

 

 

On the way back to Wataru's house, they stopped off at a liquor store and picked up some flavored vodka along with a six-pack of Asahi (large). Then they got to his house and snuck the liquor up to his room, careful not to make noise and disturb Wataru's sleeping parents. Michiko didn't stay and drink, but kissed Kawamura goodbye and told them both to be careful with their alcohol consumption. She also asked Karin to keep an eye on them if she could since she was still up and about.

“You know…it was always your idea to drink your problems away…never mine…” Wataru slurred after his fifth shot of vodka.

“Yeah…but you never turned me down…”

“True,” Wataru said as he took another swig straight from the bottle.

“I really like Michiko…” Kawamura started, “She's beautiful, nice funny, and smart…You'd never think she was such a sex queen.”

“Sex queen? Michiko? No way!”

“Yeah, she did a striptease! Then she did “Asian” Cowgirl on me! Not that that really makes sense though since we don't really have cowgirls.”

“It could be the Chinese…Japan isn't the only place with Asian girls, you know…”

“Yeah, but Japan's the only place with hot girls!”

“Nah, that's not true!”

“That's because you don't like girls!”

“Oh yeah… I like Asaka…or Kazuki…or both?”

“You really need to pick one…But anyway…I think I'm in love with her…”

“Michiko?”

“No! The other `her!'…Should I tell her?”

“Yeah you should.”

“`Kay!”

“Okay…Now shut up about Michiko and help me figure this out!”

 

The next morning the boys woke up late with wicked hangovers. They'd had a bit of a scare because Mr. and Mrs. Fujii had knocked on the door and were on the brink of coming in when Karin had saved them by calling them down to breakfast. Then, despite the need to vomit, the boys picked up all of the empty bottles and put them in a corner to be thrown away later.

They went downstairs around noon still in their clothes from last night. Since Mrs. Fujii was home, she'd decided to make eel and spicy tuna rolls for lunch. She was extremely surprised to see Kawamura in her kitchen: “Kawamura-kun! When did you get here?!”

“I got here last night, Mrs. Fujii. I'm very sorry to intrude.”

“It's alright. You're practically family anyway. May I ask why I've been so pleasantly surprised?”

“I wanted so badly to see you, Mrs. Fujii. Unfortunately when I got here you were already sleeping.” Wataru blushed as Kawamura said this. He always flirted with Wataru's mother every chance he got.

But Mrs. Fujii seemed to like Kawamura's attentions to her. He'd always make sure to be a perfect gentleman…a flirty gentleman, but a gentleman nonetheless.

Mr. Fujii, however, never really appreciated the gestures. He often felt that Kawamura was stealing his thunder. So as Kawamura flirted, Mr. Fujii just watched, knowing that as soon as Kawamura was gone, he'd have a chance to lavish his wife.

Kawamura acted as though last night's drinking binge had never happened. He either hid his hangover extremely well, or just suffered the minimum. However, it was all Wataru could do to hide his nausea. The scene in the kitchen wasn't helping…

Finally Wataru had had enough. He excused himself and went to the bathroom to spew.

“So how much did you boys drink?” Mrs. Fujii asked slyly.

“Was it that obvious?”

“Well, Wataru-chan was never very good at hiding it. So did Mai Tachibana turn you down again?”

Kawamura looked at her in shock. “No, but I think that you should ask Wataru about it. I don't think he'd want me to say anything.”

She bit her lip, worried and muttered, “Alright.”

“…How did you know that we would drink whenever Tachibana turned me down?”

“You were always really loud…It was hard not to hear!”

Kawamura just smiled.

When Wataru came back to the kitchen he still looked a little green and his mom set a plate of medicinal porridge in front of him after he sat down at the table.

“Thanks, Mom,” she nodded and kissed his cheek before pulling the still silent Mr. Fujii outof the room.

Knowing that his mom was still listening outside in the hall, Wataru whispered, “What'd she say?”

“Not much. But I think you need to tell her that you're…gay,” he whispered.

“…I will, eventually…”

“Do it sooner rather than later.”

“Kawamura?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up, please.” Wataru was tired of being advised to let his parents know his secrets.